It’s been a while since I wrote any fiction. I have about five unfinished manuscripts at various stages that I started over the past five years. This month I decided to pull out of the mothballs and commit to working on that one story every night with a minimum of 100 words.
Tonight I was 26 words under 5oo which is more than I had expected to write during that hour.
Finding time to write these days is hard.
No, wait, that is an excuse.
There have been some nights where I just sat at the screen and stared it down doing nothing but surfing Facebook and Twitter.
Some of the textbooks that I have to read for school are so boring that I find myself nodding off within a half hour of sitting down to read. There is still one and a half years left until I have my Bachelor degree and another year after that for my MBA. Going back to school was the most wished for item on my bucket list since graduating high school 35 years ago.
One month left until I will be attending my first college graduation. Five years after graduating high school, I had given up hope of ever returning to school for that degree. Instead, I got married and had two wonderful children. College became the forgotten dream. I had a pretty good paying job back then anyway, or so I thought. Each time I found another job, my income continued to decline instead of rising. I never made the connection until being forced from my job because of the economic conditions. No one would hire me at my age. Phiff!
Hard work has gotten me to where I am today with my education, and I remind myself I only have a couple of years left until I am back to writing three hours a day.
Until then, one hour can either give me a hundred words or five hundred words. If I get lucky, a Nano word count would be nice.
[media-credit id=1 align=”aligncenter” width=”300″][/media-credit]I love old farmhouses, I think they are a treasure to have. They have nooks and crannies, giving lots of storage space. We lived in such a house several years back, which we rented.
This house had four bedrooms or three with a library, a three-season sun porch, a kitchen that stayed cold year round. I miss the garden plot we had. Apple trees, pears, crabapple, and grapes grew on the property. Across the street, we had our own swimming area on the Black Water River.
I regretted the day we had to move. It’s a shame we didn’t buy the place. It was bad enough, my daughter had to change schools. She had just made new friends and was doing so well in school. At the time, we didn’t think we could afford to buy the place.
We had deer, moose, turkeys and bears walking about our yard. It was neat the day the deer was close to the house, That was the day, my daughter stepped out the back door of the garage and was within a couple of feet of them. They stayed there until she moved quickly to wave to us in the window. Then the scooted off.
The bear bent our rod-iron shepherd hook holding our birdfeeder. It never dawned on us that there were bears in the area, even though there was this huge pile of dung in the back yard. I just thought that someone had a big dog on the loose.
When the moose came to visit, it was early morning. I would have taken a picture of it, but I was afraid it would be gone before I returned with the camera. It had blocked the living room window at eight o’clock in the morning. It was funny how it investigated my daughter’s trampoline as though it were going to climb up on it and take a nap.
Those were the days, almost ten years ago. We’ve been living with Mom ever since. Someday, we’re going to find another house like that one. Or maybe we will build one.
Just a future dream after retirement. By then, I’ll have new dreams to look forward to.
Not much to report. I did add 2k words to the manuscript on Sunday. I think I’m just about done with the first act. It does need more, but it’s the first draft, so I’ll go back to those chapters later and hash them out some more. Right now, I’m just trying to figure out the bare bones. I have some conflict, but I don’t think I’ve created enough. I see plot holes popping up every where too. (sigh)
I’m sure I won’t get too much done this Saturday. My RWA meetings are starting back up . This weekend, our speaker is Michelle Bourassa, a certified professional coach who will be talking about “Getting it D.O.N.E.”. It will be interesting to see how motivated I will be after the meeting. Who knows, maybe I’ll be looking at one of those 5k word days on Sunday.
Enough of me!
How’s your writing going this week?
Read any new books lately?
Today, at work, I received a bit of a geography lesson from a co-worker. She is from Thailand. I guess, from what I could make out from what she was saying, next month holds a significant festival for her country. It is really difficult to understand her sometimes, as her accent is very thick.
She spoke about the Naga Fireballs that are seen on the Mekong River. From what I learned, it is one of those unexplained phenomena that people flock to see every year. Scientists say it is something they haven’t actually explained. Some say it has to do with gasses trapped below the surface, others say that it doesn’t really explain how the sparks are made. Nor how they can shoot up into the air from below the water’s surface.
I like the dragon theory. If dinosaurs existed at one time, why not dragons? We’ve read fairy tales about knights killing dragons to save the princess. These type stories are found in many of the different European countries. Why couldn’t they exist?
I know, I’m grappling at tales.
But think about it, we have the paranormal phenomena – unexplained. Then there’s Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. Why not a dragon? It could be listed as the last dragon in the world.
Have you ever seen a ghost? I know I witnessed a ghost presence many years ago. I believe they’re real. Especially after what I saw happen. When a radio, from back in the ‘80’s with a dial tuner changes channels while the radio is tilted up in that direction, then you know something is not right. Gravity should have been stronger – right?
That’s what happened to me and my first husband in our first apartment. He put the radio on an oldies station – playing 60’s music, and the station changed to classical music all on its own. He went over to the radio three times that night to fix the position. After the third try, he decided to jack one end of the radio up, thinking possibly that the floor was warped. When the tuner dial moved to that channel once again, even though gravity said it shouldn’t, we knew someone had to have had helped it change.
He then went around the room yelling at whoever, that had been changing his radio station that they needed to change it back. He would only agree to listen to classical music before going to bed, but he wasn’t ready to do that just yet.
Surprisingly, the station was returned to his exact channel by whoever handled changing it in the first place. My first encounter with a ghost.
Turns out, an old lady burned to death in that house back in the 1800’s. I hear she loved classical music.
I haven’t done much work on that wip since Sunday. That was when I had written over 1k words. I’ve been a bit stuck with how to get the character from point A to point B in the plot. If something doesn’t change fast, she is going to appear to be a stalker. I don’t want that.
I did a bit of brainstorming with another co-worker today. She gave me a pretty good idea which may allow me to use a scene that I had cut from the manuscript. I now keep all parts I cut out in hopes of finding a way to recycle that scene. This means the word count may go through a big jump this weekend.
Having co-workers like mine, make it worthwhile to have a full time job and write at the same time. They are full of ideas, and sometimes their little lessons from their homelands can lead to other ideas as well.
Writing has been going slow – still. I don’t know if I’m trying to do too much with sewing a quilt, crocheting a doll and writing a story. Don’t forget the blog posts.
I also have too many unfinished works in progress piling up. How? Well, I come across a prompt that jars something in my muse and I start writing. Then the tree falls across the path and I can’t get over it or around it. I don’t think it is a plot hole. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I need to dig a tunnel under the tree to get around it. Hmm – I wonder what’s under the surface?
I love reading fantasy! Game of Thrones is my ultimate high. I’m on book four after reading one book a month. But like I said, maybe I have too much going on. Don’t forget the hot weather. I should be done with book four, but I’m still at 6%. It’s not that I’ve lost interest. I think there are other things distracting me.
I love GRRM writing! I love the way he builds his characters, shows the settings, fills in the backstory, and mystifies the plot. – By the way – I believe Jon Snow will live. I haven’t gotten to that part of the storyline, but he is a warg and if they don’t kill his wolf, he should live on – unless he is beheaded.
I have to finish reading the series, there’s no doubt about that. I want to learn to be a writer like him, weave a story just like George Martin. Settings and description always give me the most trouble. I’m not actually sure about how well my characters are built. Those will take a bit more skill too.
Blogging does help with my writing, along with time and patience.
I’m trying to build a blogging schedule. That’s not the easiest thing to do when you work a full-time job. Please forgive me if I go off schedule from time to time. At least now, I have a vague idea as to what my blogging schedule could look like. A bit of photo, poetry, flash fiction, quotes of the day, news flashes, and any other craziness I can come across.
Next month my RWA meetings return. Monadnock Writers’ Group begins their meetings again too.
It’s been a busy summer, with health issues and recovery. Returning to work was most welcome when I started feeling better and grow stir crazy. I think I’ve had a full overhaul this summer, between doctors, eye doctors, and dentists.
My hopes for this fall are:
- Finish one work in progress
- Pick and can applesauce
- Go to King Arthur’s Fair in Carver Mass.
- Take pictures of Fall leaves
- Make sure the Maple trees are marked with paint so I can tell them from the Oaks in February for Sugaring Season.
That’s five things. I’d be happy if I could at least get around to doing one of them.
What are your plans for the coming fall?
After months of looking and looking at book covers, I’ve finally come across new ones for Aaron & Keja and Witch Book. These books are going through their updates while I write this post. Very eye appealing.
Also, a new title for Friends of Choice. Ever since I wrote and published this book, the title had an odd sound to it. I can’t blame readers for not liking it. I thought and thought about what else I could call the story and nothing until now came to mind. I’ve finally settled on changing the title to What Karla Wants. It’s what the story is all about anyways. Throughout the story, the only thing she cares about is what she wants. Teens can be so selfish in their early years. They think they know everything when they know nothing at all. Just as is said in Game of Thrones to Jon Snow… “Jon Snow, you know nothing at all.”
I will slowly roll out these updates over the coming weeks. Then I will feel free to move on with my new works in progress, which I’ve been plinking at over the past couple of weeks. It’s just that these covers and a title have been troubling me for quite some time. I had to do something about them so I could move on to bigger and better things.
I’m thinking that my NaNo this year maybe the next book in my Orgarlan Saga. The next book is long overdue.
Today, I’m visiting the local bookstore. A friend of mine, Linda Kepner is having a book signing. She’s the one responsible for introducing me to RWA. I’m so glad she did. I’ve learned so much since joining, and I’m not done learning yet, either. There is so much to learn about writing and publishing and everything changes so fast.
Summer is in mid-swing. I’m feeling better than a couple of months ago. There’s so much to do and not enough time to get it done. I don’t mind. It will all get done in the end.
How’s your summer going? I’d love to hear.
How’s the writing? Are you having trouble with writer’s block? It happens. Keeping a writing journal to jot down daily 15-minute free writing sessions helps. Try using those ideas to form your story. That’s what I’ve been doing lately.